A few months back, my supervisor made a lateral move in the company and we had a new supervisor. She only lasted about a month, and then resigned altogether, to spend more time with her family at home. So the original supervisor was back.

About a month ago, she turned us over to somebody else, so she could concentrate on some other projects.

As of yesterday, we're back with her again.

I'm getting a headache.

But I am glad to be back with my original supervisor, and based on all the cheering on yesterday's team conference call, so is everybody else.

Friday, October 30, 2009

A blogger known only as JPolson kept a rather short-lived blog called True Confessions of an Ex-Human. He hasn't posted anything in nearly 5 years, but the blog is still there.

I am going to quote this post in its entirety, just in case it ever vanishes. It's even more timely today than it was when first posted.

Fantasy Healthcare - Dungeons and Surgeons

The following story isn't really a political statement or anything like that. It's just something I came up with after a bizarre dream that I thought would be entertaining. Enjoy.

Ariella continued tracing arcane symbols over the gaping wound in Jake's thigh where the orc arrow had struck him. Frustrated, she stopped, muttering curses. A cool night breeze moaned softly in the mouth of the cave where they were resting. "Nothing I try is working, Jake. I just don't know why my healing spells won't work," she said.

The lithe warrior grunted softly, the poison from the arrow-tip already draining his strength. "It's okay, Ariella, I know you tried. I don't understand it either."

Ariella softly clutched his hand in hers as her brow furrowed in thought. She had to figure this out. Devlin would return soon from scouting and the orcs might have regrouped and be in pursuit. Then, a thought struck her. "Jake, do you have healthcare insurance?" she asked.

A certain (alleged) professional bulletin board that I have frequented has banned me.

Why? Because I tried to help a fellow poster with a technical issue by referring them to (gasp) another board. One that deals strictly with technical issues. The board I was banned from has very little technical content.

So let me get this straight. The person who told me to kiss my lizard stayed put, while I was banned. All because of some silly rule about not mentioning other boards. Not even non-competing boards with completely different content.

I e-mailed the moderator with a well-reasoned suggestion that in this case, she make an exception to the non-mention rule, and why. I was told in reply that I know the rules, and if I choose to break them, I therefore choose not to post, have a nice day.

Oh, excuse me. My bad. I thought I was dealing with somebody who has at least a modicum of common sense. I won't make that mistake again.

I won't mention the name of the board here, but it rhymes with "empty scars."

And for those of you who are reading this who might also be frustrated with the arbitrariness over at "that place," have a look at the "Medical Transcription Links" blogroll in the sidebar. Then c'mon over and join us.

The home computer decided today would be a good day to die. So it's going to be admitted to the 'pooter hospital as soon as they open, in about 15 minutes.

A couple of weeks ago the work computer took its turn, and for no apparent reason completely expunged me, my login and my password, from its innards. That time, I was up half the night trying to un-expunge myself, and was moderately successful. The only thing I can't do that I could do before is get into the network server where the sample reports are stored. Oh well. Most of them were pretty useless anyway. We don't need no stinkin' samples... right?

Monday, October 12, 2009

No pictures this time, but just a couple of minutes ago, Mama Panda left the den--and the little chubster actually managed what looked like a few hesitant crawling steps. He did move a few inches, and he didn't do it by rolling, and his paws were going, both front and back.

Next thing I knew, Mama's snout crossed the den's threshold, followed by her paw--with which she rolled Chubby onto his back and then she left!